Saved by Ali
Walking into a room filled with people I don't know.
my face starts to tingle
I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks turning them Rosie red.
my chest is tight I can't breathe, but then I can breathe too much and start to freak out
But then
she grabs my hand and try's to calm me down, and as I look at her my body seemingly feels comfortable
my breathing slows
my cheeks turn back to flesh tone
almost as if my body knows
"Its okay, Ali is here now"
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